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Hut - coast Lyrics



Hut - coast Lyrics




Finna, finna drop
Finna, finna go up
Making all these songs yeah I might just f*cking blow up
All these pillies up in me I might just f*cking throw up

Said I, said I don't really play
Talking bout them K rounds point it at your face
Coppas really come around and we really do the race
It don't matter what you say cause we do it my way

Had to drop that hoe cause she was too f*cking basic
You said these aren't two C you said these are asic
You sitting in silence cause you ain't really say shit
Acid trip it got me going feel like im in spaceship

Numbers they keep growing I might do a f*cking show now
She keep coming over yeah she really is my hoe now

My bitch she is better
Do what you want I let her
Soft just like a feather
Truey belt its leather

You don't really know me yeah I am from the streets
We upping the score yeah you know that we some beasts
Taking off her pants yeah you know that im gon' feast
Morry talking reckless you is so obese

Yeah we is from Florida we is from the coast
I am bout that freaky shit yeah I suck her toes
What I say it happens cause it really goes
Know that i'm exclusive don't have other hoes

Pop a stick yeah you know that we gon' throw
Acting all so friendly you was just my foe

Me and David yeah we go for the wind
Made me up some K's so you know that I'm gon' spend

They hitting my phone yeah I'm just tryna sleep
Wake up make a song make some money and repeat

She my biggest fan
Wake up make a band
Say you need some fun I'm the plug I'm the man

Sit there just so silent
Pour up on that sprite mixed with Hi-Tech
Making all this money making my check

Putting ice up in my wock it's cold
For my gang wont let down I won't fold
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Finna, finna drop
Finna, finna go up
Making all these songs yeah I might just f*cking blow up
All these pillies up in me I might just f*cking throw up

Said I, said I don't really play
Talking bout them K rounds point it at your face
Coppas really come around and we really do the race
It don't matter what you say cause we do it my way

Had to drop that hoe cause she was too f*cking basic
You said these aren't two C you said these are asic
You sitting in silence cause you ain't really say shit
Acid trip it got me going feel like im in spaceship

Numbers they keep growing I might do a f*cking show now
She keep coming over yeah she really is my hoe now

My bitch she is better
Do what you want I let her
Soft just like a feather
Truey belt its leather

You don't really know me yeah I am from the streets
We upping the score yeah you know that we some beasts
Taking off her pants yeah you know that im gon' feast
Morry talking reckless you is so obese

Yeah we is from Florida we is from the coast
I am bout that freaky shit yeah I suck her toes
What I say it happens cause it really goes
Know that i'm exclusive don't have other hoes

Pop a stick yeah you know that we gon' throw
Acting all so friendly you was just my foe

Me and David yeah we go for the wind
Made me up some K's so you know that I'm gon' spend

They hitting my phone yeah I'm just tryna sleep
Wake up make a song make some money and repeat

She my biggest fan
Wake up make a band
Say you need some fun I'm the plug I'm the man

Sit there just so silent
Pour up on that sprite mixed with Hi-Tech
Making all this money making my check

Putting ice up in my wock it's cold
For my gang wont let down I won't fold
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Writer: Hutton Douglas
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Performed By: Hut
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Hutton Douglas

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